Skip to main content

Full text of "Memories of St. James: 170 years of worship and friendship, 1834-2004"

See other formats

Memories of St. James' 

170 Years of Worship and Friendship 


* v \ 

ii?34 ifotl flim&etttiri 2004 


Memories of St. James' 

170 Years of Worship and Friendship 

1834 l70t}| &tmi\ttt*&tv 2004 

Published by the 
St. James" Anglican Church 170 th Anniversary Committee 


Published by the St. James' 170th Anniversary Committee 
Yvonne Holmes Mott. Editor 
Bert Meerveld, Publisher 

Copyright ©2004 by St. James' Anglican Church 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, 
in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, or otherwise, without written 
permission from St. James' Anglican Church. 

Canadian Cataloguing in Publication data 

Main entry under title: 

Memories of St. James' 1834-2004 : 170 Years of Worship and Friendship 
p. : ill., col. ; cm. 

I. Anglican Church of Canada. Diocese of Huron. History. 



{Kins; boo 

teb to tlje 

anb to all members; of 
t. J ames;' 
pas;t an#Ates;ent. 



A special thank you to everyone who wrote stories, shared ideas, loaned photographs or made 

Thank you to Father Jim Carr for his constant support; to Pat Shaddock, secretary and Art Keeley, 
verger, for their many acts of kindness during this process. A special thank you to Merv and Louise 
Roberts for their help with the photography. They spent much time arranging the artifacts for photo- 

Thanks to Maisie Masters for the use of her digital camera to photograph the church artifacts. 

170"' Anniversary Committee Members 

Shirley Prouse 

Auriel Clements 

Tom Johnston 

Pat Shaddock 

Barbara Westman 

Shirley Whatley 

Lorraine Redhead 

Dorothy Griffin 

Jack Smith 
Ann Gonder 
Jim Gonder 
Ted Winter 
Karen Edwards 
Father Jim Carr 
Bert Meerveld 
Yvonne Holmes Mott 


We are indebted to artist Sheila Fleming for the beautiful frontispiece for this book. 


Table of Contents 

Frontispiece by Sheila Fleming 

Dedication , p. iii 

Acknowledgements p. iv 

Memories of St. James' , , p. I 

Charcoal drawing and photo of St. James' p. 2 

Letter from Father Jim p. 3 


... from Shirley Prouse , p. 4 

, from Wally Naisbiti p. 5 

from Rev. Bernie Rosevear, Deacon , p. 6 

from Ada Cook p. 8 

from Ted Bowman, Senior p. 8 

. of George Law by his daughter Dorothy Geddte p. 9 

... from Karen Paddon (Grundy) Brown p. 10 

Reproduction of a letter sent to St. James' p. 1 1 


.. from Arthur Presswell p. 12 

... from Dorothy Griffin p. 13 

.. from Marie Borland p. 15 

.. from Doris (Burton) Fleming p. 17 

.. from Doug McConnell p. 1 8 

.. from Myra Shier p. 18 

.. from Dorothy (Dykeman) Holmes p. 19 

Photo collage p. 20 


... from Neil and Inez Fishwick p. 21 

... from Mayfred Watson p. 2 1 

... from Doris Mott May p. 22 

Photo collage p. 23 


... from Jill Pariser p. 24 

A Kaleidoscope of Memories ... from Myra Shier p. 25 

Photo collage p. 26 


... from Lilyanne Staples Bruce, Pew 87 , p. 28 

... from Lorraine (Bowman) Redhead p. 28 

... from Margaret (Holmes) Carne p. 29 

... from Gladys Mott p. 29 

Photo collage p. 30 


... from theE.A. Wilson Family p. 31 

... from Harry Shelton p. 32 

... of Wilf and Marg Allen by their daughter Margaret Meadows p. 33 

A Speaker's Prayer p. 34 

Memories of St. James' 

Editors Notes 


This is a book of memories. 

It is meant to be neither an intellectual nor a literary exercise. 

The stories come from the heart rather than the intellect - and that is exactly what we 
had hoped for. Members and friends of St. James 7 delved deeply into their pasts and 
came up with memories of their parents or grandparents: then they looked back at some 
of their own early days in our church. It has been wonderful to read their stories. It has 
also been an education, I hope you feel the same way as you turn the pages. Thank you 
for sharing with us. Thank you for misting us with your stories. . 

St. James' folks also went into their attics and their basements, cleaned out old deslcs 
drawers and rooted out old photo albums. We thank everyone who submitted their 
precious photos, whether or not we were able to use them. 

This book, in this form, would not have been possible without the publishing and 
artistic skills of Bert Meerveld. His layout, his photography and his computer skills are 
invaluable. On top of all that, he is a treasure to work with. We are truly indebted to 
him. Thank you Bert! 

A special thanks to my daughter Catherine, of London, who spent hours away from 
her own editing business, to proofread our stories and be "afresh set of eyes" when we 
needed them. 

And thank you to Father Jim Carr for his confidence in us and lor his continued 

Happy 1 70 lh Anniversary St. James 1 . 

Yvonne Holmes Mott 

Memories of St. James' 

Right: A charcoal of the first St. James 1 
Anglican Church on Francis Street. 

Below: A photograph of St. James 1 

Church in the late 1 800s ( viewing 

Oxord St. south from King St.). The 

firm name on one of the buildings has 

been inexplicably cut out. Wilson 

McBeath thinks it may have been 

Law's Livery. The firm to the right is 

Standard Sewing Machine. Wilson 

also pointed thai there are no horses in 

the photograph. Notice that (here are 

no automobiles in the photograph 

either. He speculates that it may have 

been a sale of some kind, and that the 

horses were liveried at Law's Livery. 

Another person pointed out that the 

sign on the left is that of McCormick 

Machines and that perhaps the company was holding a sale or auction at the time of the photograph. As well, many of the 

cutters appear to have wheels and other farm implements on them. The house immediately adjacent to the north of St. 

James' was once the Schramm home. The parish hall now occupies the property. 

Memories of St. James' 

My friendy 

It Cy abyolutely LncredAh^when/you/1hi^\k^ about it. Tothinh, St 
Jatney' hay been/ a/place of refuges, ytrength, evanjgeliym/ and/hope for 
1 70 yeary to- the- foVtuy oflngeryoU and/ yurroundtng* area/. Many of you/ 
are/ direct deyce^dxintyof'Sr^epi/yneery who were involved/ in/the- raiding' 
up ofStJawvey and/UheaZb of adhere today, continue/ to- uphold/the/ 
"Cowununion/ofSalnty" here at St 'Jamey '. 

Kega^dteyy of Ih&chxwu^th&t hoppers people/ ytCU/ need/ 

to- he cared/ for, to-be/loved/ UAncondttxxrnalXy and/ offered/ the grace/ of 
Jeyuy Christ. WhiXe/huiZdtngy, hooky, windowy and/ wwuybo are important 
to- uy, the Spiritual/ life of the LndAA/Lcluab, youngs and/ old/ alike/ muyt he/ 
nurtured/ ay we help one/ another grow in/ faith/, wisdom/ and/ maturity 
ay we seek/to underhand/the/ my&tery of life and/ death/. 

The moyt significant change/ in^the/ church over the/past 170 yeary I 
believe hay been/the importance of the "M intitry of the People. " 
li nderytanding' and/ encouraging^ the- "people of the church" to- offer 
the^ gtfty to Godsfa to come to a/ mu<h/fu^ 
te/xchhngy in/ the Qoypel. 

Ay we move towardy 2034, our 200 th anniversary, hopefully the- 
miniytry at Stjawiey to- the people in I ngeryoU and/ area/ wilt corUtnue/ 
to move forward with yocietah change/, atwayybelng^ rooted/ in/ the 
eternal/ truthy of the* Cjoypely ay giA/en/ ay through Jeyuy Christ. M ay the/ 
fiwmey of evangelUm/ and/ love continue to- reach out from/ Stjamey 
now and/ for evermore: 

My Bleyying-er Hiy Peace/ 


JNO + 

ThesKeverend/Jamey Carr B.A., M.VCv. 
Hector, faytor and/Priest 

Memories of St. James' 

... from Shirley Prouse 

My first remembrance of St. James' is of 
the kindness and support of Rev. Car- 
man Queen at the untimely death of my 
Dad at the age of 37. 1 was eight years old at the 
time, the second oldest of six children. 

Time seemed to fly and many changes oc- 
curred in the next few years - from Sunday School, 
Confirmation, Junior Auxiliary, Junior Choir and 
on to Senior Choir. Many people influenced me at 
this difficult time of my life - Mrs. Dryden, in 
Sunday School; Wilf and Marg Allen with their 
support and constant caring for me and my broth- 
ers and sisters; and many more people, too many 
to name 

By this time Rev. Pocock and his family had 
arrived. The doors at the Rectory were always open 
to the children passing by, offering both happy days 
then and happy memories now. 

During Rev. Pocock's ministry, Garnett and I 
were married, 46 years ago this September. Mrs. 
Pocock helped me make the hats for my attend- 
ants. I will never forget the affection and support 
she showed me. 

After Garnett and 1 were married, we moved 
to Mt. Elgin -because that is where all the Prouses 
lived. 1 went to the United Church in Mt. Elgin 
for eight years, then came back to St. James' to be 
a godparent to one of my nieces at her Baptism. 
After that I became homesick for St. James", talked 
to Garnett, and talked to Rev. Burr, the minister at 
Mt. Elgin. Rev. Burr reminded me that in Heaven 
we would all be "United.'" 

Things just happened after that. Rev. Sadie ir 
was Rector at the time. Garnett, Connie, Tom and 
1 attended church regularly and 1 soon became in- 
volved with Sunday School. 

Rev. Tom Griffin was the next person involved 
in my journey. Connie became a Server. Garnett 
joined the choir and I was asked to be a member 
of the Board of Management. Then Tom asked 
me to be Rector's Warden. I always felt that I was 
unworthy of this position as I seem to be a person 
who works well behind the scenes. After a few 

days and meetings to inform me that he always 

took a year to decide whom to ask. I agreed to 

become the first woman Warden at St. James' . The 

Sunday of the Installation of officers gave me my 

i first experience as a Warden. As I was leaving the 

i church, 1 felt a tap on my shoulder. I was very 

j politely informed that I was welcome as president 

i of different organizations, but not as Warden of 

I St. James' . My reply was, 'T m sorry, but you have 


After Tom's death and the healing time under 
the guidance of Rev. Roger McCombe, our first 
lady Rector came to minister to us. Her time with 
us was short. She married during her ministry and 
later resigned to be a full time mom. 

There were difficult times ahead. Ken Cooper, 
our organist and choir 
director became ill and 
died. Rev. Jim Tnnes 
came as Interim Priest. 
Rev. Bill Welch 
was our next rector. 
His ministry with us 
was a short one also. 
He left to go to Christ 
Church in Chatham. 
During his time, the 
Rectory was busy with 
small children again. 
Bill arrived with his 
wife Susan and three 
children. Sarah was 
bom here. 

During Bill's min- 
istry the time was ap- 
proaching when the need for change was becom- 
ing evident. We now all are happy to have Father 
Jim and Lin with us. 

Over the years as Warden of St. James', I have 
shared this position with excellent people and cher- 
ish my experience with all of them. 

As a parishioner of St. James', 1 regularly see 
all the unnoticed work of so many people who 
toil behind the scenes to make things happen. 
Thank you all. I have seen changes in many as- 

Sterling s i I ver dial i ce 
Presented by Col. & Mrs. 
Holcroft. 1841. 

Memories of St. James' 

pects of church attendance, worship and music. 1 
feel the challenge for us is to fashion a vision for 
a new future which both honors and celebrates Ihe 
places from which we come. Vision must be born 
anew in every generation, again and again, in the 
same lifetime. The earliest work which defines the 
Christian Communal Life is "KOINONIA '. This 
Greek word means fellowship of shared life. If 
we are to faithfully live the shared life, we must 
engage in shared partnership, trust and mutual re- 
spect. It will mean sharing power, to bless, to for- 
give, to heal and to teach. 

It is to the shared life to "KOINONIA"' that 
we have all been invited as disciples. It is our past 
and our future. May we freely walk the journey to 
God's future, inspired by the past from which our 
present has been formed. 

Remember always, we have not been to 
Church - we are the Church. 

Sterling silver paten, Lon- 
don, 1840. 

Presented by Cot, & Mrs. 
Holcroft, 1841. 

..from Wally Naisbitt 

We moved to Ingersoll in 1966 and the 
first thing we did was to join St. James' 
Anglican Church. The first person to 
greet us was Mrs. Wilf (Marg) Allen. She knew 
me as anew business person in Ingersoll. She cer- 
tainly made me and my family welcome. 

As time went on I was elected to St. James' 
Board of Management and was on the Property 
Committee with Wilf Allen, Morris Bruce and 
others. Later, I was made the Peoples' Warden, 
under the Rev. Ralph Sadleir. 

The Church Board decided to tile the church 
floor over the old wooden floors as a central 
project. The contract was awarded to Mr. 

Songhurst & Co. This meant the church Property 
Committee was to remove the pews from the back 
to front of the church to prepare the way for 
Songhurst to lay plywood for the tile. A number 
of the church volunteers completed this. As the 
plywood was laid, back to front, the pews were 
moved back to allow Songhurst to complete the 
plywood covering. 

The pews were moved forward to permit the 
laying of the tiles. On completion, all the pews 
had to be replaced leaving the three aisles we now 
have. We amateurs had taken on a real chore. I 
recall members remarking about the strings I had 
from the back of the church to the front to ensure 
the proper width from back to front. 1 kept con- 
tinually checking my strings to ensure proper dis- 
tance from the back of the aisle to the front. The 
distance between each pew had also to be main- 
tained, so as not to have a seat left over when we 

We amateurs had taken on a real chore. ,. 
The distance between each pew had to be 
maintained, so as not to have a seat left 
over when we finished. 

Mr. Ed Gilling, a member of our church, sup- 
plied new screws to fasten the pews, when posi- 
tioned, to the new floor. Mr. Harold Wilson, also 
a member of the church, volunteered to help us 
secure the pews. We had to run a small drill hole, 
then install the Roberts screws. This was a real 
chore for Harold until I took his screwdriver and 
cut it to fit our W drill. This got the pews well 
fastened down - even without a clutch or stop on 
the drill. As far as I know, the pews have not been 
moved since. So much for my string and fast drill ! 

During my period as Peoples' Warden, we were 
also involved in the moving of the altar forward, 
to allow our rector, Rev. Sadleir, to face the con- 
gregation in preparation for the Communion Serv- 

Memories of St. James' 

...from Rev. Bernie Rosevear, Deacon 

What docs the Anglican Church of St. 
James 1 mean to me? What does it mean 
to my wife and family? It means many 
things: commitment, challenge, sharing of talents. 
But most of all, love and opportunity - the oppor- 
tunity to conduct my ministry in the Town of 
Ingersoll and the church of St. James', and the love 
of a caring community. 

Life at St. James' for the Rosevear family be- 
gan the last week of November, 1992. We had 
moved to Ingersoll from Toronto the week before. 
We were welcomed by many that first Sunday. 
Having left the caring community of St. Mathias 
in Toronto, the warmth of the welcome of St. 
James' was nice. We felt at home. 

My involvement in the life of 

St. James * and the community 

of Ingersoll continues to be fulfilling. 

Rev. Louise Peters had been inducted in Oc- 
tober and her ministry at St. James" had just be- 
gun. It was an exciting time and we appreciated 
her talent. She had a beautiful voice. In 1993 
Louise appointed me lo the Board and our son, 
Michael, became a Server. A new cycle was be- 
ginning in our lives. 

After a period of some turbulence, in 1995 we 
welcomed the Rev, Bill Welch and his wife, the 
Rev, Susan Snelling, and their children, to Sl. 
James' . A new ministry was born. We became good 
friends. Our son, Michael, and Bill were the same 
age helping to tie our families together. My life 
and the life of my family was about the change. 

In 1996, Rev. Bill issued a challenge to Dale 
Shaddock, Bob Welt and myself to think about 
becoming Licenced Lay Readers. It would require 
weekly sessions and perhaps a year of study. The 
challenge was accepted. In November of 1 997 we 
were licensed by Bishop Robert Townshend. It was 
a special time. We became close. 

In September of 1996, 1 began my studies at 

Renison College to become Parish Coordinator, a 
position Rev. Bill Welch had asked me to fill. It 
was during this period of time that I received my 
Call to the ministry known as the Diaconate, which 
leads to ordination. This was the second time that 
God had tapped me on the shoulder. 

After discussion with Rev. Bill and rny fam- 
ily, and with the support of the St. James' Board, 
my name was submitted to the Archbishop. With 
the approval of Archbishop Percy O'Driscoll. and 
! the support and approval of the Deacon's Board, 
my path was set. Those studies began in January 
of 1997 at Renison College. 

A major criterion of the Ministry for the Di- 
aconate is that your ministry must be established 
in the community and outside the actual church 
building. My ministry then and now is the same. I 
am the chaplain at the Oxford Nursing Home, 
Oxford Manor Retirement Home and the Retire- 
ment Home on Whiting Street. It also includes 
Alexandra Hospital., 

In February of 2000 Rev. Bill Welch moved 
to Chatham. From February to July I had the pleas- 
ure of assisting and experiencing the talents of two 
very fine priests. Rev. Bill Strang celebrated the 
Holy Eucharist on Wednesday mornings. On Sun- 
days we had an interim minister. The Rev. Drew 
MacDonald. St. James' was very fortunate to have 
the services of these two very fine people. They 
both supported me fully, allowing me to learn from 
them and contribute to the services. I thank St. 
James' for this opportunity. I believe my ministry 
is stronger for the experience. 

During this period of time all was not smooth, 
however. In November, of 1998, 1 underwent tri- 
ple by-pass surgery at London's Victoria Hospi- 
tal. The outpouring of love and affection from our 
family at St. James' was wonderful. Then, in April 
1999 when I had lung cancer surgery, this com- 
munity of St. James' again showed their concern 
and affection. We will always remember. 

I finished my studies at Renison in April of 
2000. In August 2000, The Rev. James Carr, and 
his wife, Lin, arrived to begin their ministry at St. 
James*. A new beginning. 

Memories of St. James' 

On September 20 th (St. Matthew the Apostle) 
1 was ordained to the Diaconate by Bishop Robert 
Townshend. The first ordination to be held in St. 
James* in the history of the parish. A wonderful 
evening with our St. James' family. A special and 
very proud moment. 

I wore a red stole the evening of my ordina- 
tion, one of five created by Barbara Westman and 
Louise Roberts. The others are green, white, pur- 
ple and blue. I wear them with pride. They are one 
of a kind. They are beautiful. 

With the arrival of Father Jim a new era be- 
gan, not only for St, James' but for yours truly. 

My involvement in the life of St. James' and 
the community of Ingersoll continues to be ful- 

May I once again thank our church family, 
Father Jim Carr and Lin, for the love, faith and 
support of our efforts and our ministry. Also, a 
very special thank you for your love and caring 
ways, shown to my wife Norma and our son, 
May God bless you and keep you. 


...from Myra Shier 

Sunday School every Sunday afternoon 
from 3:00 until 4:00 p.m., with Ted 
Long, Katy Phillips, Marion Jackson 
and Mrs. Funnell. 

Junior Choir practice every Thursday 
evening from 7 until S p.m., held up in 
the balcony where the organ was, with 
Mr. Dryden, Mary (Shelton) Connor 
and Mrs. Wilson. We had 25-30 mem- 

Memorizing the whole Catechism 
booklet in order for me to be confirmed 
by Bishop Luxton; and wearing the 
white dress and veil. 

Confirmation Day 1982: Heather Meadows and Bishop Ragg. 

Memories of St. James' 


... from Ada Cook 

Ada Cook was born in England but came 
to Canada with her parents and two older 
siblings, Harry and Alice, when she was 
two years of age. 

The family lived in Woodstock before moving 
to Ingersoll where Ada attended the Ward School 
{now Princess Elizabeth). Her teacher was Jennie 

Their home was at 174 Charles Street East. 
She always talked about how much her Dad loved 

Ada had a busy life at St. James ', serving her 
church in many capacities. She sang in the 
choir and was a soloist as well 

his English garden. Later they moved to Oxford 
Street. It was a happy home and their dog Nicky 
was an important part of their family. 

Ada went to church for as long as she lived. 
Her First church was Old St. Paul's, in Woodstock 
and then St. James'. 

After attending the Ingersoll Collegiate Insti- 
tute for four years, she became a student at 
Wcstervelt Business School. She travelled by bus 
to London every day for her elasses. 

After graduation from Westervelt she went to 
work at the Ingersoll Cheese Company, a position 
she held until her retirement. 

Ada had a busy life at St. James', serving her 
church in many capacities. She sang in the choir 
and was a soloist as well. She could recall many 
happy times with the Anglican Young Peoples 
Association (AYPA). Ada joined the Altar Guild 
at an early age and eventually held the position of 

She missed her good friend Janet Maddle, who 
passed away in January of this year. They talked 
together daily for years, as long as Janet was at 

In 2004, at the age 93. Ada was a much loved 
and respected member of St. James' . This was very 
evident in May when she was a guest of honour at 
the St. George's Day Tea held in the Parish Hall. 
( With thanks to Pat Shaddock and Louise Roberts) 

Memories of Ted Bowman, Senior 
...from his daughter, Lorraine Redhead) 

Dad was the son of Thomas and Anna Bowman. Although Dad didn't go to church very often, 
he proudly tells of how his dad hitched the horse up every Sunday and "took Grandma to 
church." He remembers the talks - and arguments - about the new rectory, good and bad 
choices that were made, extravagances and costs. 

Dad went to Scouts at St, James'. Rev, McMillan was Scouter, probably around 1921-24. They 
went camping at Otterville Park and Rev. McMillan preached at the local church and took my dad with 
him. Dad had recently lost his mother and I suspect the rector had taken him under his wing. 

I have a record of a Mrs. Noe starting Guides in 1 924, Myra's mother, Irene, did not know anything 
about it. When I asked Dad if the minister's wife helped his answer was, "I do not know what the girls 

They had Sunday School in what is now called Grinkle Park and they enjoyed the train trip to Port 
Burwell to attend the Sunday School picnics. 

Memories of St. James' 

Memories of George Law 
...from his daughter, Dorothy Geddie 

George Law was born in Hamilton, On- 
tario in 1908. He took up boxing to please 
his father who was interested in sports 
and had been a champion bicycle racer on the is- 
land of Guernsey before coming to Canada. The 
photo of George shows him in a boxing pose. It 
was taken in Ingersoll, probably when he was in 
his 20s. He was a welterweight boxer, weighing 
in at about 147 pounds. 

In the 1920s and 1930s ama- 
teur boxing was a popular sport in 
the Ingersoll area, and George en- 
joyed considerable success at it. 
Because he was so good, some 
Ingersoll doctors paid his railway 
fare for a trip to Calgary in 1 936 to 
participate in the try outs for the Ca- 
nadian Olympic team of that year. 
He was narrowly defeated in his 
last qualifying bout there, and just 
missed participating in the Berlin 
Olympics, (He always attributed 
his loss to the fact that it was a late 
evening bout, and he wasn't at his 
hest for it.) 

Another photo shows George 
Law in the backyard of 202 Victoria Street, his 
father's house. He says that he got into that posi- 
tion without assistance. On another (undocu- 
mented) occasion he walked on his hands from 
one end to the other of his mother's table when it 
was fully laden for a Christmas dinner - without 
disturbing anything on the table. (The same can't 
be said for his mother.) Obviously, he enjoyed 
gymnastics and had considerable faith in his dex- 
terity and balance. For a period of time he taught 
a tumbling team, boxing and later, weight lifting 
in the gym of St. James' Anglican Church. We 

don't know the dates for these ac- 
tivities. He also had a lot of gym- 
nastic equipment in the yard of his 
parents' house on Victoria Street, 
and later - after the war - in his 
own house at 139 Innes Street, 
where he taught gymnastics to 
many of the neighbourhood chil- 

George enlisted in the Cana- 
dian army at the very beginning 
of World War II. 
and was among 
the first Canadian troops to be 
shipped to England. In 1941 he 
won the welterweight boxing 
championship for all of the British 
and Commonwealth forces then 
stationed in England, defeating 
army, navy and air force contend- 
ers. In 1942 he gave up boxing al- 
together to please his future wife. 
Florence (Florrie) Vann. His army 
trainers were not pleased. 

George's medals and trophies 
were recently donated to the 
Ingersoll Museum. 


... from Myra Shier 

The little black caps, the starched 
surplices and white lacy bows we wore 
over the black cassocks. As we got older 
we wore mortar board hats. 
Sunday School concerts and always 
receiving a gift from Santa with a treat 
of usually an orange and a candy cane. 
The Christmas Bazaars - Wow! 

Memories of St. James' 


...from Karen Paddon (Grundy) Brown 

I remember being very pleased to be asked to 
join St. James ' Junior Girls Choir in the 1 950s. 
I think I was seven years old. Mrs. Wilfred 
(Margaret) Allen called my mother and asked if I 
would like to join. As I came from a musical 
family, 1 cheerfully agreed. 

Getting ready for the eleven o'clock service 
each Sunday. I now realize, was a very big job for 
our Choir Mother, Mrs. Katie Phillips. When we 
led the procession into church it was not unusual 
to have 40 girls gowned and prepared to sing. We 
each had a long black cassock, which we wore 
over our clothes, a full hip-length white surplice 
and small pill shaped headdress. Each girl also 
had a freshly pressed hand-made chiffon bow. 
Mrs. Hills carried them into our dressing room in 
a large wicker basket. I think she spent every 
Saturday laundering, ironing and preparing our 
bows. In my mind's eye I can still see her carrying 
that basket. She looked proud of her handiwork 
and when she put diem on us, she made us feel 
proud of ourselves to be choir members. 

The first Choir Master who welcomed me into 
the choir was Mr. Thompson. His daughter, Helen, 
was in my grade at school. The Thompsons left 
Ingersoll for Toronto when 1 finished grade three. 
Their home was purchased by Harold Riddolls and 
his family, a long time respected local musician, 
who taught many of us music in the public school 

When Mr. Thompson left St. James', he was 
replaced by a retiring Toronto Choir Master, Mr. 
Richard Dryden. Mr. Dryden's effect on my life 
was great, positively. He formed a Triple Trio: nine 
girls, three to each part, to learn more intensely 
and to compete in the Toronto Music Festival. He 
promised us special tea and goodies at a restaurant 
if we won. 

We. the nine girls and Mr. Dryden, got on the 
train in the morning. We were proud to be going. 
We looked alike in our white blouses and black 
skirts. When we got to Toronto we realized that 
our competition came from all the private girls' 

schools, in their tartan- skirted uniforms. We went 
twice and won both times. I now realize those 
teas must have cost Mr. Dryden a lot of money, 
but he seemed pleased to take us. Helen Thompson 
always came to cheer for us! 

In high school that triple trio down-sized to a 
quartette. We sang as a group for four years. We 
entertained at Lions and Kiwanis meetings, the 
Blue and White Review and on the radio at Barrie. 
From that quartette. "The Choralettes", - Elaine 
Emery Baipataeky and I are still singing in the 
Woodstock Choralaires. To think this all started 
at St. James' over 50 years ago. I've digressed! 

On Sunday morning, at 11 o'clock, all the 
choirs assembled. The assembly room was always 
filled with the Junior Boys Choir, the Seniors 
Choir, the servers, minister and us. The Junior 
Girls led in, with the smallest in front. When they 
stopped at the first post on the northern-most aisle 
of the church, the last of our girls was still out in 
the assembly room. 

We led down the north side, up the centre aisle 
and down the south aisle, up to the loft. At that 
time the organ and the organist were in the loft. 
He directed all the other choirs, who were in the 
front of the church, from there. 

I remember singing my first solo from there - 
the first verse of an old English hymn, L 'See Amid 
the Winter's Storm." Each subsequent verse had 
a different soloist. 1 know my school mate. Ruth 
Mary Macnab, sang that day. 

Early in the service we went down the south 
aisle and ted all the children in the church out for 
Junior Church, held in the small chapel over the 
Ladies Parlour. A talented teen. Elva Laarz, played 
the old pump organ and the Junior Girls Choir led 
the music. The program was run by a senior choir 
member, Mrs. Leah Hills. 

I have happy memories of being part of Si. 
James' Junior Choir in the 1950s. The music and 
encouragement I received then have been a 
positive influence for me throughout my life. I still 
sing with my own church choir in London, 
Sanctuary of the Assention and the Woodstock 


Memories of St. James' 

/? nZ* TV* ,W &«-'*& '"ft*. % uM &.■*" 
qnou* „- v T»e tffiRVov WAY- J* -rA^iggf 

J, r«T &" C*u^ CHecK ^ufi- *»*>*£„ u ^b 

Ue « «i *w we ^ v ,, ir„wf *. ~ 

*„ **», m~ - *» Y"** J^f>,T^Y 

<r* -r f,*e 7 fW /* L*t>* r/*f^ &&") 

Reproduction of a letter sent to St. 
James' in January 1997. 

&t - 


tTl)c ilsrralu Sfflinj 

»*T« ■ 

SWMWM *>WI»**' 

Memories of St. James' 


. . . from Arthur Presswell 

In 1929 when the wing was built on to St. 
James', I was a pupil at V.M.S. Little did I 
know that I would spending considerable time 
at the church. Word got around that they had a 
brand new gymnasium down in the basement and 
people were playing badminton there. The name 
that 1 first heard it called was the Triangle Club, 
but 1 found out later that it was part of the Y.M.C.A. 
and that a man named Herbert Hanley was starting 
a boys 1 gymnastics class and was looking for boys 
to join. Since 1 was the right age, I. with others of 
my age group, met during the week (the precise 
night escapes my memory). 

We were introduced to Mr. Hanley whom we 
came to know affectionately as Uncle Erb. Uncle 
Erb spoke with a broad North England accent. He 
was a great teacher of gymnastics and also taught 
us how to play basketball and floor hockey. As I 
look back I realize this part of my life has a real 
impact on what was to follow in a few short years, 

We became quite good at basketball and we 
used to play at the Y in London, on Richmond 
Street. Whenever we played there the ladies of the 
Y would treat us to sandwiches and chocolate. I 
was always intrigued by the dainty sandwiches 
because they were different colours - but they were 
good. We always ended the night in the gym with 
a game of floor hockey. This was a rough and 
tumble game in which one took a lot of hard 
knocks. After the game we would all go to the 
showers and cool down. 

Il was here in the St. James' gym that we 
learned to use a medicine ball. This was an exercise 
ball that weighed a ton. We would choose teams 
and then roll the ball from the front of the line to 
the last man and he would pick it up and run to 
the front. Il is no wonder that we were all light 
weights - we sweat buckets - but it was great fun. 
We had great fun learning how to use the mats 
and horse. 

It was about this time that the Y sponsored a 
camp for boys at Fisher's Glen on Lake Erie and 
many boys went to the camp. Uncle Erb was our 

Sterling silver trowel presented to F.A. Ackcri: used in the laying 
of the cornerstone of the Parish Hall, September 28, 1929. 

Camp Leader. Since cars were at a premium at 
that time we had to meet at the Market Square 
where we would be loaded on to Bing Galloway's 
truck and away we would go. Beside having fun 
with my friends and staying in tents for a week, 
the thing that impressed me most was mug up at 
night (chocolate drink) before bed always at 8 
o'clock; and the ritual of putting a fire under a 
balloon and inflating it with hot air and then letting 
it rise to the sky. Uncle Erb had a right hand man, 
an Ed Haddock, who later went to California. 

Another memory of St. James' was when I 
joined the Cubs and our Akele was Ted 
Washington. We had a great time learning to dob- 
dob-dob, but I could never afford a uniform so 
had to be satisfied with a hat. I made a lot of friends 
there and our friendships lasted a lifetime, although 
some ended in the 1940s. Bill Hills and Jim Ranger 
are two names that come to mind as leaders of the 
Scouts along with Charley Harris. As young kids 
we looked up to these men. They were our role 
models. Later Bill Hills went into the Anglican 
Ministry and later went to B.C. Ted Washington 
eventually married the organist at St. James', Doris 
Bagnall, my first cousin. Doris was organist at St. 
James' for a lot of years. She had a large choir 
including, 1 believe, Harry Cook who later went 
into the Anglican Ministry and rose to the position 
of Bishop of the North. Harry was my neighbour 
on Charles Street and we were friends of the whole 


Memories of St. James' 

Another event which took place in the new 
hall was a production of the Mikado (Gilbert and 
Sullivan), presented on the new stage in the hall. 
It was a tremendous success. Included in the cast 
were many from St. James' choir including the 
Leigh, the Cook and the Bagnall families. The 
leads were taken by Presbyterians Mr. and Mrs. 
Robert Borrowman and some Baptists like Edith 
Making (Allison) and her brother Frank. The 
costuming was superb. One would never have 
guessed it was an amateur production. The man 
in charge of the music was Mr. Banner, the choir 
leader and organist at First Baptist church. Some 
of the musicians were Mr. Bill Fden and his sons 
Pat and Mike. This is one of my treasured 
memories of St. James' and I shall never forget it, 

I remember coming to St. James* on a church 
parade which included the Legion, Scouts and 

Cubs, Girl Guides and others. Since the Legion 
was in it, my mother. May Presswell, wanted me 
to wear my father's medals. He had been in the 
Royal Navy. So they were pinned on me on the 
opposite side of my chest. I was real proud until 
they started to fall off. This predicament caught 
the eye of Reverend MacMillan of St. James", and 
since we were outside and lined up he took me by 
the hand and led me to his house where he 
promptly asked his wife if she would sew them 
back on, which she did. I was a happy young boy. 
I shall never forget this moment of time either. 
Each time I look at the cluster of pictures of men 
from St. James' who went into the ministry, and 
whom I knew. I think back and I remember my 
happy days at St. James'. 

. from Dorothy Griffin 

Both my arrival at St. James' and my leave- 
taking were defining moments in my life. 
Arrival year was 1975 on a cold winter 
day. Oddly enough, departure day was also mid- 
winter. I moved out of the rectory on January I7 lh 
1992 in the midst of one of the worst snow storms 
in my memory, the date having been switched from 
two days earlier because the movers could not get 
through the snowdrifts. But more about that later. 
First, the story of my arrival in Ingersoll, As 
the wife of a Priest of the Diocese of Huron, I had 
been forced to move often. I say "forced" because 
I am one of those folks who prefers to settle in, 
make friends and stay forever in one place. The 
Bishop had other plans. Our tenure in the early 
parishes of Tom's ministry were three years; ten 
months; six and a half years; three years; three 
years. Such maddeningly short stays! When we 
arrived in Lambeth, I extracted a promise from 
my husband that we would settle for a while, 

maybe even retire in Lambeth. Nevertheless, three 
years after moving to that village, Father Tom was 
trying to persuade me to yet another move - this 
time to Ingersoll- I fought the move. Oh, how I 


■«• toA?f.HWo;,\ 

M Lot* mm Mm Imm - ft* » * 


Calling card of Rev. J.H. Moortiouse. From the 
collection of Dorothy Griffin, 

fought - to no avail. Father Tom had already decided 
that St. James' was where he wanted to be. 

Maybe it was the "orientation day" that the par- 
ish organized - the drive around town with Elsie 
McNab to see the sights. Or perhaps it was the lunch 

Memories of St. James' 


•".-*., * i.. ■ 

prepared so beautifully for us (T ve come to appreci- 
ate the cooking at St. James' ). Or was it the chatting- 
while-wasMng-up-the-dishes time in the kitchen? I've 
never been sure what made me give up the fight to 
stay in Lambeth. 

Moving day passed in a blur of boxes, mess 
and fatigue. Then the telephone rang. Dinnie 
Mitchell said, "Whenever you are 
ready to give up the terrible job ^^^^^^^ 
of unpacking, just come to our 
house. I have a hot meal all ready 
for you." We were so grateful that 
I think we arrived before she had 
hung up the phone, I still remem- 
ber the meal (pork chops with 
mushroom sauce, scalloped po- 
tatoes and brocolli), and the 
warmth with which John and 
Dinnie welcomed us. My children 
could hardly contain their mirth, 
wondering how Dad was going to 
manage because, you see. Father 
Tom did not eat broccoli or scal- 
loped potatoes, and definitely not 
mushroom sauce. But, in her own 
special way, Dinnie managed to 
get him to take second helpings. 
Later (when she and I were alone) 
she suggested she would be happy 
to teach him to eat other vegeta- 
bles if I gave her a list of his least 

That was the beginning of 
our seventeen year love affair 
with St. James' Anglican 
Church in IngersoH. The peo- 
ple of the parish surprised and 
delighted us on so many occa- 
sions. They allowed our son to 
choose wallpaper that might be 
considered a bit "controversial,' 1 and hung it without 
comment. On our 25 th wedding anniversary there was 
a cake and silver dollars to help us celebrate. On our 
30 ,h , members of the parish plotted to bring all four of 
our parents to IngersoH. In the middle of die Sunday 

Si Jamci Anglican Church 



Bv Sir |ahn 

ed By 5*. JarneV 

Cllul: 1 1 ! 


<•,*•» TV 

1. I «n<0>i<"" 

Goad Friday Evening 

■ ■ 

Program of Stainer's Crucifixion presented 
on Good Friday. April 10, 1914 ai St. 
James". From the collection of Dorothy 

service, Tom spotted them in the congregation, walked 
down from the pulpit, and took me to where they 
were sitting. The happy tears flowed, I can tell you. 
Baptisms and family weddings here at St. James' are 
treasured memories. There were the parish picnics in 
Memorial Park; and the A.C.W.'s invitation to me to 
share my journey in faith at one of their meetings. I 
remember the many parish sup- 
^^^^ pers, and the party given for Tom 
when he was made a Canon. And 
the joy we had blowing up bal- 
loons on Holy Saturday at mid- 
night, tying them to pews, and 
then kneeling in prayer, just the 
two of us. 

And 1 remember the love 
that surrounded us when Tom 
developed a brain tumour. For 
more than three months, while 
he lay in hospital, the people of 
this congregation showed us in 
a thousand ways that they are 
the people of God living out the 
gospel as they understand it. 
They kept prepared food in our 
refrigerator and freezer; they 
visited with my mother and 
helped her cope with the stress 
of the rectory through those ter- 
rible days. Three women did 
our laundry (washed, ironed, 
and hung back in the closet) for 
almost four months. People 
prayed for us, and with us. The 
cards and phone calls never 
stopped. And the hugs! 
Through the hugs of the people 
of St. James' , I KNEW that God 
was putting His arms around me 
and holding me close. That's why 
I came back after I moved away. Here was a parish 
where people lived out day by day what they said 
they believed - that they serve God in each other by 
simple acts of kindness and love. 

St. James' has allowed me to serve the parish in 


Memories of St. James' 

many ways in the years since that snowy move away 
from Ingersoll. The people "blew me away" when 
they asked me to be a Warden. What a privilege to 
serve in that capacity. The Rejoice Campaign was a 
big challenge - but exciting and SUCCESSFUL ! We 
watched the tower repairs with gratitude for the skilled 
workmen in charge of the restoration, and Don 
White's vigilance as overseer. 

As I write these memories twelve years have 
passed. For me, the decision to return to St. James' 
after the move to Dorchester was a good one. My 
journey in faith continues among people I respect 
and continue to learn from. They would probably 
be surprised how often I catch a glimpse of the 
Holy as I move among them. They give me joy! 


...from Myra Shier 

Never attending any function in the 
church proper without having to 
wear hats or some kind of head 
covering and being very quiet. 
Canon Tom Griffin 's ready smile and 
many kindnesses, with words of 
encouragement during difficult 
times, as well as happy times. 
The guidance, leadership and 
friendship of Rev. Bernie Rosevear 
and Rev. Jim Catr, who lead us all - 
in times of sadness as wellas times 
of happiness. God bless them both! 

...from Marie Borland 

My earliest memory of St. James' is the 
Sunday School sleigh ride! We would 
all climb on to this big horse drawn 
sleigh - bells and all - and amid much chatter and 
laughter, be taken for a wonderful sleigh ride 
around town. We returned to St. James' hungry 
and cold and were served a lovely hot meal cooked 
by our Sunday School teachers. I can't remember 
where the kitchen was, but we ate downstairs in 
what we now call "Grinkle Park," for this was 
before the Parish Hall was built. 

I remember the Sunday School Christmas 
Concerts. We all enjoyed getting into costumes 
and performing on stage - even if it was only a 

On October 30, 1936, I was Confirmed by 
Bishop Seager, after instructions from Mr. Masters. 
We girls all had new white dresses and members 
of the Altar Guild placed white veils on our heads. 
A few years later I had instructions to become a 
Sunday School teacher from Lena Clendenning 
(one of my special Sunday School teachers) with 
Eleanor (Henderson) Walker and David Walsh 
(who went on to become an Anglican priest.) At 
last the day arrived when we were assigned our 
own class to teach! I taught Sunday School for 
many years - in the early years I took my two 
young brothers, Tom and Don Douglas; and later 
my sons John and David. We had a wonderful 
group of Sunday School teachers then, just as we 
have now. 1 still treasure the lovely salad bowl the 
teachers gave Bruce and me for a wedding present. 

That brings me to another pleasant memory 
of St. James' - our wedding day on October 30, 
1946, exactly 10 years, to the day, after I was 

Bruce and I were married by Rev. Carman J. 
Queen, later Bishop Queen. Mr. Queen had been 
at St. James' just a short time and we did not know 
him very well, but he became a very good friend 
and adviser whom we highly respected. Mr. Queen 
was a man who expected you to do your best and 
a little bit more. He was also a man for whom you 

Memories of St, James' 


slrived to do so. With Mr. Queen's guidance, Bruce 
was confirmed at St. James' on March 6, 1949 - 
three weeks before our first son was born. Bruce 
had been a staunch Baptist. 

Bruce was the first President of St. James' 
B.A.C. Over time he served as Rector's Warden, 
Peoples' Warden, Lay Delegate to Synod, a long 
time member of the Board 
of Management, and sang 
in St. James' choir. 

In the meantime I was 
invited to become a 
member of St. James' 
Altar Guild and with Janet 
(Counter) Fleischer was 
trained by Mrs. John 
Ridley, a very devout 
member of the Altar 
Guild. I remember Mrs. 
Ridley instructing us to 
lock the doors, pull the 
drapes and not answer the 
phones when we 
laundered the Altar 
Linens. I enjoyed many 
years of association with 
the group. 

1 was also invited to 
join the Evening Guild 
and served as its president 
for two terms. I believe 
our biggest fund-raiser 
was the Fashion Show we 
produced each spring. It 
was a very popular event 
for the whole town ! It was 
also a lot of work, but we all enjoyed doing it. 

There are so many wonderful "Memories of 
St. James'" - the Sunday School picnics - 
especially when we boarded the C.P.R. train at 
Ingersoll and chugged our way to Port Burwell. I 
think half the town went with us. We enjoyed a 

Marie and Bruce Boil and. 1946 

day of swimming, games, contests, races and good 


The Minstrel Shows produced by our Disking 
Club were also great. 

On the more serious 
side, I remember 
attending 53 rJ Weekends 
at Huron College, the 
Holy Spirit Conferences 
at St. Paul's Cathedral, 
the wonderful Bible 
studies at St. James*. We 
have been blessed with 
superb spiritual 

leadership at St. James' 
over these many years. 
We have had so many 
wonderful leaders and 
remember them all with 
thankfulness. For many 
years we were guided by 
Canon Thomas Griffin. 
His influence on us will 
long be remembered. Our 
good fortune continues 
with the guidance and 
presence of Father Jim 
Carr. The congregation of 
St. James' has always 
been a caring people and 
we are also very fortunate 
to have Canon Bernie 

Rosevear in our midst. 

Father Jim said it all at the Vestry Meeting, on 

Sunday, January 25, 2004: "St. James' is a neat 

place to be." 

I thank my mother. Maude Douglas, for 

bringing me here as a young child and 1 thank God 

for allowing me to stay. See you on Sunday, God 



Memories of St. James' 

Gave! used by the St. James Evening Guild in wooden case with 
hrass plate. 

, from Doris (Burton) Fleming 

My memories of St. James' start with 
Sunday School in the church basement 
- the excitement every winter of a sleigh 
ride behind (to us) those large horses, coming back 
to a hot meal and drinks prepared by church ladies. 
Other highlights in my memory include: 

• Going to Junior Women's Auxiliary (W.A.) with 
Mrs. Isabella Baxter as leader, stringing beads 
for the bales. 

• The building of a new Sunday School with a stage; 
taking part in plays and concerts. 

• Counting the days to be old enough to join our 
Young Peoples Group, AYPA; again plays and 
concerts; having socials with Woodstock and 
London churches; the girls having a crush on the 
young and handsome minister. Rev. Terrence 

• Our Hallowe'en party was always great - going 
to the church basement and made to shake hands 
with the dead (a glove filled with cold porridge); 
lots of squeals and screams going on. 

• Being a choir member with Mr. Tune as Choir 
Master. Practice was Friday nights from 8-10 
p.m. A large choir, with several soloists, we were 
expected to attend two services every Sunday. 

• Rev. H. Merrifield asking me to join the Chancel 
Guild; being trained by Marian Jackson and Ada 

• My parents (Harry and Kitty Burton) with the 
Disking Club having Minstrel Shows to raise 
money for new lights in the church. 

• My mother with the Women* s Auxiliary ( W. A.). 

• While Rev. Masters was here, his wife, Jane, 
started an evening W.A. group; later Gladys 
Richardson took charge and finally, in the 1 960s, 
it became the Edith Jones Group. We were a busy 
group, meeting in the evening and trained by senior 
W.A. women. Our largest banquet was for 21 1 
for Reg. Stone, We catered to many weddings 
and banquets and once did two weddings in one 
day. We also prepared bales for the north. Our 
big money raiser was our Pancake Supper, with 
help from May f red and Jack Watson. 

• In June we would hold a Strawberry social on 
the front lawn. The lawn was colourful with lawn 
tables and umbrellas. 

Today I ani thankful for a life time here; for being able 
to take part in the changes to our services and in the 
renovations to our beautiful church. 

Memories of St. James' 


... from Doug McConnell 

1 wasn't able to make the trip of more than 2,000 
niles home from Arizona as often as I would 
have liked, but my visit in 1989 was providential. 

My mother, Delia, was wheelchair-bound by 
then, having suffered the first several of numerous 
strokes. Four ushers carried her, in her chair, up 
the front steps of St. James' that Sunday. A meeting 
of the Church Board was scheduled after church 
to make a decision about building a wheelchair 
ramp. The ramp was approved. 

My mother, my sister, Dianna. and I began 
attending St. James' after moving to lngersoll in 
1950 and we were confirmed shortly afterward. I 
later served as president of the Anglican Young 
Peoples Association for three years, but our junior 
softball team was more effective in sharing the 
Word. Church attendance was mandatory to be 
eligible to play. 1 also played on the men's team as 
a 16-year-old. I remember Jim Laarz and Gordon 
Todd as being two of my junior teammates. Clark 
Pel low, Bruce Borland. Jim Longfield and Claude 
Wright were on the senior team. 

My mother was part of the Women's Auxiliary 
at St. James', the same group that hosted the 

receptions after my father's funeral in 1990 and 
my mother's in 1998. 

Rev. Carman Queen had just been promoted 
to Bishop of Huron when my sister, Dianna, made 
wedding plans for August of 1959 and she was 
disappointed he could not officiate due to a 
diocesan commitment. His successor at St. James, 
Rev. Pocock, performed the ceremony. He must 
have done a good job. Don and Dianna Buck were 
married for 42 years until cancer took Don in 200 1 . 

I lived most of my teen years in the church's 
basement gym. Besides 1DCI games there, we 
played badminton, basketball, volleyball and 
handball as part of the lngersoll YMCA's program. 
That's where I met Bruce Mechbach. During a 
Saturday morning pickup game, he rode me into 
the end wall as I took a lay-up shot and I came off 
swinging. We were both thrown out of the game 
by YMCA Secretary Al Clark and sent to a locker 
room with one shower. We sat across from each 
other in the locker room, glared at each other, 
looked at the shower to see who was going first, 
glared back at each other, and finally broke up 
laughing. That began a lifelong friendship that has 
endured across the miles. 

(Editor's note: Doug and his wife, Judy, reside in 
the Phoenix suburb of Gilbert, Arizona.) 

...from Myra Shier 

St. James' has been a part of my life for 60 plus 

My earliest memories are of the Sunday 
afternoons, attending Sunday School, along with 
my mother, bene Noe, one of the teachers, and 
my three siblings, Judy, Paul and David. I can 
still see Mrs. Funnel 1 at the old piano trying to 
teach us a few children's hymns. 

As I became a little older, I was involved in 
Junior Church. Junior Choir and Young Peoples. 
Mrs. Hill. Marg Allen, Marion Jackson. Ada Cook. 
Mrs. Phillips, Ted Long, Mr. Dryden, Mary 
(She! ton) Connor. Reverends Queen, Sadleir and 

Pocock were all influential in helping me with my 
Christian Education. 

We kids all looked forward to our Christmas 
concert and visit from Santa. Santa always had a 
gift and a treat for us. We could count on an orange 
and a candy cane as part of our treat. 

The annual Sunday School picnic was a 
favourite. We traveled by train to Port Burwell and 
all the parents came along. That old rail trestle 
over the old highway #19 near Straff ordville was 
very scary for me as 1 was deathly afraid of heights; 
however, once we arrived in Port Burwell the fun, 
games, swimming and food made the fear go away 
until it was time to return to Lngersoll again. 


Our Young Peoples' group was very active in 
the early 50s. We had inter-church baseball and 
hockey games, skating and tobogganing parties, 
hay rides at Eleanore (Wardrop) and George 
Cuthbert's farm, followed by wiener roasts. We 
even had dances in the Parish Hall and lots of good 

When I attended college I was away from St. 
James' for a few years. I knew I would return some 
day and so I did, to be married here in 1959. A 
few years passed by until the time when my 
children, Robert and Angela, were baptized and 
became involved in their Sunday School 
programs. I began to help with this program as 
well, for three years. Ken Cooper and Canon Tom 
Griffin were seeking people for the Senior Choir 
and I joined. This has proven to be a most 
enjoyable calling for me, and I have learned a great 
deal about our church and church life as part of 
the choir. 

Many persons have helped me along this 
journey. I give thanks for them - Canon Tom 
Griffin, Ken Cooper, Rev. Louise Peters, Luke 
Davis, Rev. Bill Welch, Ted Winter, Rev. Jim Carr 
and Rev. Bernie Rosevear, and as well many 
friends my family and 1 have at St. James'. 

Our Lord has given us the opportunity to serve 
and worship Him in this caring, friendly and 
comfortable place, St. James' Anglican Church, 
here in Ingersoll, and I am truly grateful. 


Private communion set with Victorian plate. Once 
owned by Rev. J. Ridley. Quebec Cathedral, 1885. 

Private communion set. Once owned by Rev. William 
Hills from St. James", May 1937. 

...from Dorothy (Dykeman) Holmes 

I often think of the times when St. James' 
Anglican Church was the centre of our lives 
and activities. 

My mother. May Dykeman, was in the 
Women's Auxiliary (W.A.) from the time I was 
three years old. The W.A. then catered to banquets 
and did a great deal of quilting. Mom also taught 
Sunday School and organized the Sunday School 
Christmas concerts. 

She worked at the church and quilted right up 
to the time she went into hospital. 

My dad, Charles Dykeman, served both as 
People's Warden and Rector's Warden, the latter 
at the time of Rev. Carman Queen. He was also 
secretary of the Board of Management for many, 
many years. He took his responsibilities very 
seriously and spent a good deal of time at the 
church, too. 

Dad and Mom together organized the Disking 
Club which thrived for years. They also organized 
the annual Minstrel Shows which not only played 
in our church to packed crowds, but traveled 
around to perform in neighbouring small towns. 
The proceeds went to the Disking Club. 

My fondest memories include the Junior Choir 
and Junior Church; my friendship with Donna 
Merrifield, our minister's daughter; and gruff old 
Bishop Luxton. 

I still remember the Sunday when one of our 
Junior Choir members dropped her hymn book 
over the balcony, narrowly missing hitting John 
Cook, our sixth grade school teacher. 

Memories of St. James' 


A delightful scene at one of St. James' famous church bazaars. Left 
lo right: Mrs. George Beck, Mrs. Fred Rich, Mrs. Ed Gilling, Mrs. 
Harold Wilson, Mrs. George Latford, Mrs. Ethel Sadleir serving 

My fondest memories include the Junior 
Choir mid Junior Church; my friendship 
with Donna Merrifield, our minister's 
daughter; and gruff old Bishop Luxton. 

- Dorothy (Dykeman) Holmes 

Bazaars always bring out the 
best - best china, best hats 
and best conversations 

Rev. Harry Merrifield, former rector, March 1946. 


... from Myra Shier 

Junior Church in the little chapel over 
the ladies ' lounge, conducted by the 
kind and caring Mrs. Hill and Mr. 
Tarrant and helpers, every Sunday 
morning while the adults stayed in the 
big church for their service. 

Mrs. Leah Hills at the altar of me Junior Church Chapel. 


Memories of St. James' 

... from Neil and Inez Fishwick 
(40+ years of combined service) 

We arrived at St. James' just prior to Rev. 
Thomas Griffin's appointment as Rec 
tor. We then began regular attendance. 
Inez joined the Senior Choir and became Junior 
Choirleader for eight years, ( 1 8 children attended 
regularly and faithfully). 

During those years, Neil became Rector's 
Warden (5 years) as well as Cub Scout leader. Inez 
was President of St. James' and Oxford Deanery 
ACWs. She also led two craft groups (a morning 
and an evening) to make ornaments, etc. for the 
Peppermint Stick Bazaar which she convened from 
1979 until the Easy Access was installed in 1990. 
She also served on the Board of Management at 
that time and with the Easy Access and Worship 
Committees. Visiting shut-ins to cheer them with 
her baking and an occasional "tour of the town" 
was another of her ministries that was much ap- 

When Neil retired from teaching Secondary 
School we intended to take things easy for a while. 
However this was not to be. We and the Nai shirts 
co-chaired the first Talent and Dream Auction for 
Easy Access. For about ten years, Neil drove a 
bus and Inez arranged tickets and suppers for one 
or two yearly shows at Stratford. Together we con- 
vened the Lenten Lunches for 2 years. 

In 1 998, Neil became Rector's Warden for Rev. 
Bill Welch. Then we chaired another Talent and 
Dream Auction to purchase new furniture for the 
new offices. Shortly after that we were very in- 
volved with "Miracle Sunday" and a "Brick" 
fundraiser to rebuild the ageing Tower and Church 
walls, celebrating with a Festive Dinner. We also 
provided nourishing soup lunches for several 
months after Sunday services. Rev. Bill Welch and 
organist Luke Davis both moved on in 2000 and 
so the hiring process began, resulting in the ap- 
pointments of Rev. Jim Carr and Ted Winter. Inez 
wrote amusing informative poetry for all 
fundraisers including the restoration of the win- 
dows in the Tower. She. along with three other 

ladies, welcomes visitors and newcomers to our 
Church by presenting them with a small gold cross. 
These crosses are donated by a Parish family. 

Neil has also been Server, Communion As- 
sistant, BAC President, on the Property, Finance 
and other committees. We both assist with ban- 
quets or dinners. 

We have been richly rewarded by our involve- 
ment in our work at St. James' and have always 
been blessed with dedicated, co-operative, cheer- 
ful, caring and willing volunteers for all our en- 
| deavours. 

Thank you all (you know who you are) for your 
kindness and helpfulness whenever it was re- 
quested. Everyone makes us feel welcome and 
needed - a wonderful feeling - whenever we en- 
ter St. James. 

We arc both "slowing down" but will continue, 
as long as we are able, to do God's work using the 
many talents He has bestowed so richly upon us. 

...from May f red Watson 

When our family was growing up we went to 
the Baptist church until the time of Union, 
when we joined the United Church. 

At this time our neighbour, Mrs. Arkel, was 
the kindergarten teacher. Her daughter Helen and 
I were good friends. She would ask me to go with 
her to St. James', which I did. but my mother was 
never impressed so I didn't go very often. 

After my marriage to Jack, a Catholic, and the 
birth of our boys. Jack knew I really wanted to go 
to St. James'. So, with the help of him and my 
life-long friend. Ruth Robotham, I changed 

I joined what is now the A.C.W. when Edith 
Jones was president. Later, we decided to have 
pancake suppers. Jack offered to make the mix 
and the syrup. He and our boys, Larry, Mike and 
Darryl. came and helped cook them. 

I have always enjoyed the A.C.W. , its activities 
and the friends I made. 

Quite an Ecumenical family - Baptist, Catholic, 

Memories of St. James' 


...from Doris Mott May 

My earliest recollection of the church is 
going to Sunday School in Mrs. Fred 
Funnell's class. There was a large 
sandbox and the Biblical stories were depicted in 
cutouts. Stories of Jesus were illustrated with 
pictures of homes and countryside. 

In 1938 they formed a Junior Choir, starting 
with eight girls, Ruth Moon, Mary Lou Alter. 
Shelagh Feurth, Janet Newman, Helen (Matthews) 
Smith, Jane (Balfour) Brooks, Kathy (whose last 
name 1 cannot remember) and me. A picture taken 
later shows 17 choir members including Marjorie 
Roddy, Mary Shelton. Rita (no last name), Mervyn 
Roberts and Bob Cousins. 

It was a very happy time. We practiced on 
Thursdays after school. Mrs. Vincent Wilson 
was the choir leader; Mrs. Funnel 1, the pianist 
and Mrs. Hills, leader of the Junior Church. 
It was exciting when we were fitted for our 
choir gowns and hats. I remember that Mrs. 
Wilson made most of our gowns. 

After choir practice we received two cents for 
coming and another one cent for being at church. 
I don't know how long this continued, but I can 
remember the group running to Mrs. Noe's candy 
store, behind the Home Hardware. 

Both my younger sisters, Shirley and Marjorie 
and my brother Norman were in the choir later. 
Marjorie tells me Mary (Shelton) Connor was 
choir leader when she joined. 

T have fond memories of our good times - 
going to the Christmas Eve service, parties and 
sleigh rides with a team of horses pulling the 

The choir grew rapidly and Mrs. Mabel Moon 
often came to help see thai our bows were tied 
properly, at our neck, before church. 

They started an Intermediate Church Choir for 
13 and 14 year olds a couple of years later. 

Another highlight was when the Senior Choir 
would put on A Christmas Carol. This would star 
Mr. Harold Wilson as Scrooge, with the other two 
choirs also taking part. 

For another concert at the church Mrs. Wilson 
made each one of us a blue gown and hat. We sang 
Alice Blue Gown. After that we were invited to 
the Thames ford Church to wear our gowns and 
sing the same song at a musical evening there. 1 
also remember Helen Balfour playing her 

At about the same time we started going to 
Junior Auxiliary after school on Mondays. We used 

/ have fond memories of our good times - going 
to the Christmas Eve service, parties and sleigh 
rides with a team of horses pulling the sleigh. 

to make scrap books out of Christmas cards to send 
to the children on the Indian Reservation. Rev. 
Harry Cook and his wife were serving at that time. 
The group was led by Mrs. Frank Roberts and Mrs. 

Also 1 attended Brownies with Miss Helen 
Wilson (Joyce Turner's aunt) as leader; and later 
Guides. J remember hearing Lady Baden-Powell 
being broadcast at one of our meetings. 

In the early 1950s, my father, Edward Mott, 
became verger at the church and held that position 
for a number of years. 

The highlight of my life was to have my father 
walk me down the aisle on September 23, 1950. 

Although we have lived in Woodstock and St. 
Marys; and now in Florida and near Embro, I still 
think of St. James' as my home church. 


Memories of St, James' 

Rev. Sadler, Katherine Fleischer and Rev. 

LAC Nip Henderson and LACW Marje Henderson in 

England during wartime. Starting from the top and moving 

clockwise: Taken on the boarding house step when on leave, 

June 1943; England 1944; Nip & Marj, London. December 

1946; Marj. London. December 1946. 




Theodore and Mary Ann 
Harvey 55 th wedding 
anniversary, 1941. 

Town leaders gathered at St. James'. With Rev. L. Pocock are (I. 
to r.) A.G, Murray, principal of Victory Memorial School. Marg 
Allen Sr., J.C. Herbert, IDCI principal and an unidentified 
minister. The photo was taken in 1 950. 

Memories of St. James' 


... from Jill Pariser 

A friend is one who 

strengthens you with prayers 

blesses you with love and 

encourages you with hope. 


The wonderful, caring people who I 
frequently attend St. James* Anglican 
Church with on Wednesday mornings 
have strengthened me with prayers and blessed 
me with love. Not only were arms opened to me, 
but to the children I care for as well. St. James' 
has become a summer home to the children who 
attend Camp Hope. In so many ways, the St. James 1 
Church family has blessed the Camp Hope family 
with prayers, love and care. 

Faithful friends at St. James' have always 
encouraged me with hope: from my first contact 
with Father Tom Griffin, who offered the church 
building in 1991 for an appreciation dinner for the 
Ingersoll and area volunteer firefighters; to Father 
Jim and Reverend Bernie, who are so supportive 
and caring of the Camp Hope family. Pat and Art 
also encourage and care for the staff and children 
on a daily basis during Camp Hope. 

I will forever be thankful to Bonnie who first 
invited me to worship at St. James' . Bonnie cared 
for me and encouraged me as I learned to worship 
in a new church family. I am so blessed by the 
congregation of St. James'. It is my hope that my 
prayers will strengthen Si. James' in the years to 
come, so others will know of the blessings of love 
and the encouragement of hope. 

Unity candle donated 

in memory of Canon 

Thomas Griffin by the 

Stuart Litllc family. 

Wooden collection plate 

once used at St. Michael's Chapel. 

...from Merv Roberts 

I have been asked to write a brief history of 
Dad's and Mom's involvement in St. James'. 
Frank and Irene Roberts moved to Ingersoll 
in August of 1930, when Dad started his barber 
business at the corner of King and Oxford Streets. 

They attended St. James' faithfully until they 
passed away. During that time, Frank and Irene 
taught Sunday School, in the afternoons. Frank 
was Sunday School Superintendent for many 
years. Irene was a member of the W.A.; she loved 
to quilt; and she also worked many years at church 

I remember Dad and Mom belonging to the 
Disking Club. My brother, Keith, and 1 would go 
and sit on the sidelines. It was a very noisy time. 

The Disking Club put on several Minstrel 
Shows in the Parish Hall. Dad was one of the six 
"sidemen". I remember Charlie Dykeman was 
"Interlocker." Mom was in the choir with the other 
ladies, faces all blackened and wearing old time 
costumes. (Definitely not proper today!) 

Dad served on the Board of Management for 
several years and was church Warden in 1960, 
1961, and 1962. 1 had the privilege of being War- 
den with Dad for one year. I think this is the only 
time in St. James" history that father and son have 
been Wardens at the same time. Dad and I had the 
privilege of presenting Bishop Harry Cook with 
his staff. It was given to him by St. James' as a 
gift from his home parish. 

As Dad and Mom got older, they retired from 
positions at the church, but still attended regularly, 
when health permitted. 

25 Memories of St. James' 

A Kaleidoscope of Memories 
... from Myra Shier 
I remember: 

• Sunday School every Sunday afternoon from 3:00 until 4:00 p.m., with Ted Long, Katy 
Phillips, Marion Jackson and Mrs. Funnel). 

• Junior Choir practice every Thursday evening from 7 until 8 p.m., held up in the balcony 
where the organ was, with Mr. Dryden, Mary (Shelton) Connor and Mrs. Wilson. We had 25- 
30 members. 

• Never attending any function in the church proper without having to wear hats or some kind 
of head covering and being very quiet. 

• The little black caps, the starched surplices and white lacy bows we wore over the black 
cassocks. As we got older we wore mortar board hats. 

• Junior Church in the little chapel over the ladies' lounge, conducted by the kind and caring 
Mrs. Hill and Mr. Tarrant and helpers, every Sunday morning while the adults stayed in the 
big church for their service. 

• Sunday School concerts and always receiving a gift from Santa with a treat of usually an 
orange and a candy cane. The Christmas Bazaars -Wow! 

• Sunday School picnics in Port Burwell. Families boarding the train with special lunches in 
tow and riding the rails to the Port for fun, laughter, games, swimming and food. 

• Beautiful fashion shows put on by the Evening Guild in the beautifully decorated Parish Hall. 
Walking down that ramp was pretty scary for a ten year old. 

• Our Young Peoples group in the early fifties and the fun times - ball and hockey competitions 
between all of the churches in Ingersoll; (We had a good baseball team). Our hayrides to 
Cuthberts" farms; even dances in the Parish Hall; and. as well, Mr. Queen having a good time 
with us. 

• Brownies, Guides (for me a short time) and VMS Gym Classes in our church basement. 

• Memorizing the whole Catechism booklet in order for me to be confirmed by Bishop Luxton; 
and wearing the white dress and veil. 

• Larry and I being married in this beautiful church. Mr. Pocock officiating. 

• Becoming a Senior Choir member (after a few years of irregular attendance) under Ken 
Cooper's direction. Even the bats joined us on a few occasions! 

• Canon Tom Griffin's ready smile and many kindnesses, with words of encouragement during 
difficult times, as well as happy times. 

• Our daughter's wedding and the Baptisms of our three grandchildren, all performed by Rev. 
Bill Welch, our friend. 

• Luke Davis and Ted Winter, each one very talented and yet quite different in their approaches 
to the Senior Choir and their music. Ted's patience with those of us who try and understand- 
ing our limited knowledge of music - a friend indeed. 

• The many friends and people of St. James' who have always and who continue to work 
together to make St. James' a caring, friendly place to serve our Lord and community. The 
kindness and generosity of these people were much appreciated by my family during our 
mother's illness, her funeral and beyond. 

• The guidance, leadership and friendship of" Rev. Bernie Rosevear and Rev. Jim Carr, who 
lead us all - in times of sadness as well as times of happiness. God bless them both! 

Memories of St. James' 


Mrs. Harvey, Mrs, Desmond, Mrs. Leaper 

Hammered aluminum collection plate with the 
Women's Auxiliary Cross design on it. Made by Mrs. 
T, (Dolly) Harvey in 1950. It was used al Women's 
Auxiliary meetings. 

A lace prayer cap. This prayer cap is used as a 
backdrop on p. 23, 


Memories of St. James' 

Memories of St. James' 


...from Lilyanne Staples Bruce 

Pew 87 

In the year 1908, a young English married 
couple by the name of Francis and Lily Wilson, 
with their two young sons, Charles and 
William, two and three years old, immigrated to 
Canada from near Hornsea, in England. 

They settled on a farm near Thamesford. 
Being members of the English Church in England, 
they now had to find an English church in Canada. 
The Anglican Church of St. James' in Ingersoll is 
where they became members, sitting in Pew No, 

On March 15, 1916, a daughter was born to 
them. She was christened Kathleen Lilyanne 
Wilson and she, too, promptly took up occupancy 
in Pew No. 87. 

Kathleen Lilyanne was escorted down the 
aisle of St. James' on her father's arm to marry 
John Kenneth Staples, June 6, 1936. Rev. 
MacMillan officiated. They became the proud 
parents of two sons, John and Warren, who also 
were christened at St. James and sat in Pew 87. 

In September 1 961 Kenneth Staples died and 
was buried by Rev. Pocock. 

John Staples and Lise Bruneau were married 
in St. James' by Rev, Tom Griffin. 

Later, in 1989, Lilyanne married Morris 
Bruce, with Rev. Thomas Griffin officiating. Now 
Morris also occupies Pew 87. 

Lilyanne has been sitting in Pew 87 for 88 
years and quite possibly is the oldest attending 
member of St. James' Anglican Church, in 

... from Lorraine (Bowman) Redhead 

My first memories are of the kindergar- 
ten class in Sunday School in the room 
now the nursery. It seemed a very full 
room, probably because several of the mothers, 

including my own, had to stay there with children 
who would not remain alone. Mrs. Funnel! was 
the main teacher. We had my aunt, May Dykeman, 
in grade two or three. Marie (Douglas) Borland 
and Eleanor (Henderson) Walker were my teach- 
ers in grade seven and eight, our Confirmation 

Junior Church was held on Sunday morning 
upstairs. Mrs. Hill was one of the leaders in the 
afternoon Sunday School class. 

Guiding started in Ingersoll at St. James' again 
in 1939. 1 went to Brownies in 1 943/44 when Alma 
Tonks was Brown Owl. Guides from 1944/48 in- 
cluded Florence Tonks Williams as Guide Leader; 
Dorothy Crane our Lieutenant and Mrs. Turner, 
another Guider.Later, Ruth Hammond was Guide 
Leader and Pearl Garratt Ranger Leader and Com- 

The Ladies Aid members included Mrs. W 
Foreman, chair; Mrs. C. Grimes, Mrs. Heenan and 
Mrs. Wilf Allen The younger ones did a lot of the 
work including supervising cookie sales, kitchen 
work, collecting cookie money etc. 

An active Rovers (Senior Scouting group) in- 
cluded Mac Meadows, John Hutson, Don 
Bucknell, Len Fiddy, Jack Watmough, Ken 
Johnstone, George Rodwell and Jack Asselin. 
They met in the back room of Grinkle Park. 

I remember watching my Aunt May and the 
other ladies busy quilting when I would go to St. 
James' after school. I remember the day Jean 
Johnston dropped her Junior Choir book over the 
balcony and nearly hit our beloved new teacher, 
John Cook. We all remember that one! 

We used St. James' church for a gym at V.M.S. 
and for basketball; and used the parish hall for 
our Blue and White reviews. Beth Clement was 
basketball coach. 

I remember Confirmation classes with Mrs. 
Foreman when pages and pages of material had to 
be memorized, including the catechism, the sym- 
bols, the Ten Commandments and even books of 
the Bible. When I passed out during my First Com- 
munion after Confirmation, the church was so full 
my mother didn't see them carry me out. My hus- 


Memories of St, James' 

band. Bob senior, was confirmed in the early 
1950s, wearing a large cast. 1 remember my son. 
Bob, loudly singing, "Jesus bids us shine with a 
beer, beer light." 

In telling my story, I learned every generation 
had been up the lower as young people, with the 
unknown help of various peoples* keys, after youth 
meetings. I didn't have the nerve to go past the 
first level! 

Whenever I turned the lights out at the end of 
Guide meetings, and closed up, there was a feel- 
ing of comfort in the building. 

Now when we sleep over with the Brownies 1 
hear children playing downstairs. 

When I passed out during my First Communion 
after Confirmation, the church was so full my 
mother didn H see them carry me out. 


...from Margaret (Holmes) Came 

My memories of St. James' go back to Sunday 
School in the 1930s. 

The big stage was always busy with Christmas 
concerts, many plays etc. Our parents were right 
there to help make costumes, get us dressed and 
on stage at our given times, as well as coach us 
through our lines. We did have fun ! 

Dad (Ben Holmes) and the men of the church 
did a Minstrel Show, complete with black faces 
and all the Al Jolson songs. 

I also remember that an "Indian" play was 
done. The women made the costumes and we 
helped to thread the berries from some tree (they 
were orange in colour) that were used to make 
their beads. 

The big event of the year was our train trip to 
Port Burwell for the Sunday School picnic. We 
still bring that event up when we talk about the 
things we did as kids with the Church and 
especially our Sunday School days. 

...from Gladys Mott 

hen I moved to Ingersoll, in 1953, I 
joined St. James' congregation. Rev. 
Carman Queen was Rector at that 
time, and I was continued that very year. 

Doris Fleming was the very first friend I made 
in Ingersoll. She still is one of my best friends. 
Doris was the one who encouraged me to attend 
Edith Jones W.A., which I enjoyed very much. 
Members knitted and sewed items; and collected 
used clothing. These were packed in bales to be 
sent to Indian families in Northern Ontario. For 
several years Peg Cussons and I looked after an 
average of 15 to 20 children in the nursery every 
Sunday, with the help of teenage girls who 
occasionally volunteered. Pat Shaddock and 
I were assistants to Gert Croker when she was 
banquet convenor. We did a lot of catering to 
large functions in those days. Once, we ca- 
tered to two weddings on the same day. And 
no dishwasher back then! When Gert moved 
to Calgary in the early seventies, Pat and I took 
over as co-convenors. 

On the other hand, Norm has totally different 
memories of St. James* Church. His father, 
Edward, was the Verger at St. James' for many 
years, as well as working nights, as a stationary 
engineer, at the Morrow Screw & Nut Company. 
So, of course, the children who were old enough 
all had to help their Dad at church. 

Every fall, a train load of coal was purchased 
and stored in the basement, underneath the front 
of the church. The furnace was stoked by hand for 
many years, before an automatic stoker was even- 
tually purchased. The ashes were lifted up in a 
metal container by rope and pulley - no easy 

How many people have heard that the red rug 
that presently lies in the front of St. James' Church 
was used at the train station in 1939 for King 
George VI and Queen Elizabeth, when they 
stopped in Ingersoll? That rug always had to be 
faithfully vacuumed one way, so the nap all went 

in one direction. 

Continued nn p. 31 

Memories of St. James' 


Anita and Dave Ponsfoxd married June 28, 2003 

Katie Hutcheson hard at 
work in St. James' kitchen. 

A wedding at St. James', July 1916. Back 
row: Sarah Holmes Walker, Bill Walker, 
Front row: Fred Sheldon, Harry Burton. 
Kathleen Holmes Burton. 

Don and Betty While dancing up a storm in the 
Parish Hall. 

Marg Allen holding grandaughter 
Ahby Webber. 

Talking over old times! Boh Hunter, Rev. Bill 
Welch, Shirley & Garnet Prouse enjoy a good 


Continued from p. 29 

The original tables and chairs in the hall were 
very heavy. They were stored on trolleys under 
the stage. Norm certainly remembers lugging them 
back and forth and stacking that furniture! 

When the floor had to be refinished it was all 
done by hand. Norm recalls his Dad and brothers, 
as well as himself, on hands and knees as they 
pitched in. preparing the surface for refinishing. 
Norm also recalls the sport of disking that com- 
monly took place at the Parish Hall - a great win- 
ter pastime in those days! 

And, an after-thought! Perhaps many of you 
will remember that the Parish Hall was 'the place 
to be' for many community and social events in 
Ingersoll and the surrounding rural area. In fact, it 
was the only hall in Ingersoll where such events 
could be held and consequently, the women of the 
church did a lot more catering in those days. 

Where the new parking lot is presently located 
was once owned by Dr. C. Cornish. He let Mr. 
Mott plant potatoes on that property for his rather 
large family. When it was no longer needed for a 
garden. Dr. Cornish donated the land to the church. 

Many years back, there was an open shed be- 
hind the rectory garage for people to tether their 
horses for shelter from the elements. The gymna- 
sium under the parish hall was a source of both 
activity and revenue for the church. It was a very 
busy spot with Victory Memorial School using it 
in the daytime and the YMCA using it in the 

As an adult, Norm was on the Board of Man- 
agement and was a Sidesperson. 

Norm and I both agree that we have enjoyed 
our years at St. James' and that the church family 
remains a large part of our lives. 

...from the E.A.Wilson Family 

St. James' has been part of this Wilson fami- 
ly's life since 1912 when E.A. Wilson pur- 
chased the old broom factory on King St West 
(which became Wilson & Short, and then Ingersoll 

Memories of St. James' 

Machine Company) and moved his young family 
from Detroit to Ingersoll. 

E.A. sat in pew 106 with Harold, Edith and 
Dinnie while his wife, Maude sang in the choir. 
Our church organ, which was built by Hillgreen 
and Lane Organ Co. of Alliance. Ohio as a theatre 
organ, was purchased by E.A. from Lowes thea- 
tre in Toronto in the 1 940s. Harold had the organ 
rebuilt by Keates Organ Company in 1 969. E.A.'s 
generous contributions to St. James* included 
funds to improve the heating system. To be sure 
the system continued to operate properly, he in- 
stalled a thermometer on the post next to his usual 
seat in the church. That thermometer still hangs 
today where he placed it. 

Harold married Lorna Reid (a United Church 
girl from Port Credit) in 1936 and brought her to 
St. James'. Both Harold and Lorna were faithful 
members of St. James* choir, singing many cho- 
ruses and solos before they retired and moved 
away from Ingersoll in 1974. Harold sometimes 
dropped off to sleep in the choir loft when the ser- 
mon droned on. On one memorable occasion. Rev. 
Carman Queen had a dramatic pause in his ser- 
mon delivery, at which time, Harold (thinking the 
sermon was finished) stood quickly to his feet. 
Ail Rev. Queen could do was turn away from the 
congregation, and laugh ! 

Harold and Lorna' s children could not let their 
father surpass them in church theatrics. Ernie, 
Launi, and Marion were required to sit alone in 
pew 106 for Evensong services while Harold and 
Lorna sat in the choir loft. During one evening 
sermon, Marion crawled under the pews to the 
front of the church where an elderly gentleman 
was sitting with the microphone box for his hear- 
ing aide hanging over the front of the pew, into 
which Marion shouted "BOOH" - once again. 
Rev. Queen had to turn away from the congrega- 

Members of the family have participated in 
many aspects of church life. All five of Harold 
and Lorna 's children sang in the junior choir for 
many years. Ernie and Cathy (another United 
Church girl from Toronto) also sang in the senior 

Memories of St. James' 


choir. Lorna, like her mother-in-law. Maude, was 
a strong supporter of the W. A . (and later the ACW), 
and a Brownie leader at St. James 7 . E.A., Harold 
and Ernie were all members of the Board of Man- 
agement at St James. Cathy taught Sunday school. 
Our girls, Sarah, Jen and Sue attended church and 
Sunday school regularly until moving away to uni- 

St. James has been the family church for this 
Wilson family for four generations and almost a 
century. The children were baptized, the girls were 
married, and some funerals were held at this 
church. With Dinnie and John Mitchell's move 
to Barrie this past year, we (Ernie and Cathy) are 
the last of the clan still worshipping at St. James. 
(by Ernie and Cathy Wilson) 

...from Harry Shelton 

St. James' Junior Choir -The little church is 
hushed in prayer. We bow our heads while 
waiting here and feel God's presence eve- 

Lord, teach us to pray 
Lard, keep our thoughts from wandering 
Lord, cleanse our hearts that we may wor- 
ship here in spirit and in truth. 

This is the day which the Lord hath made 
We will rejoice and he glad in it. 

These were the opening sentences for every 
service held in the chapel and rather appropriate 
to begin these memories. 

Junior Church began with a choir of 12 chil- 
dren. Their surplices and gowns were made by 
various ladies of the church. As an incentive, choir 
members were given two pennies for attending 
choir practice and three pennies for attending 
church - a great treat. The choir members would 
then run to the confectionery store to spend their 

Later on, activities of great interest were hay 
rides, wiener roasts, scavenger hunts, suppers and 
parties. The choir eventually grew to 50 junior and 
intermediate girls, ages eight to 14. 

Attendance cards were either punched or 
decorated with a sticker for every Sunday service 
attended. If you were away and attended church 
elsewhere, you still got your attendance mark as 
long as you brought a note from that church. A 
year of perfect attendance got you an award ap- 
propriate for your age. 

Besides Sunday services, there were also 
Lenten Services held after school once a week. 
Christmas Day services were held at 10 a.m. and 
all the children received a chocolate bar. 

On the Sunday before Christmas, the officers 
and assistants had a corporate Communion at 8 
a.m., followed by breakfast in the rectory - an 
event we always looked forward to - then it was 
off to the 1 1 a.m. service. 

When the new wine coloured Book of Com- 
mon Prayer came out, the children were not al- 
lowed to use them. The word was put out to a few 
parishioners and before we knew it. we had enough 
money to buy not only enough prayer books but 
hymn books and new altar linens as well. 

The Junior Choir was self-supporting. We were 
able to purchase material for choir gowns and buy 
an electric organ to replace the old pump organ 
without asking the big church for assistance. 

After the books were audited for the financial 
report, another event was enjoyed by the officers 
and assistants: a turkey dinner, followed by the 
annual meeting at the home of George and Jessie 

Over the years, some of the officers and as- 
sistants were Mrs. Hills, Mrs. Funnel I, Mrs. V. 
Wilson, George Tarrant, Mary (Shelton) Connor, 
Mrs. Marg Allen, Mrs. Phillips, Mrs. Dunn, 
Margaret (Shelton) Innes, Larry Senicar, Robert 
Ackert and Harry Shelton. 
(with files from Mary Connor and Margaret limes) 


Memories of St. James' 

Memories of Wilfand Marg Allen 
... from their daughter, Margaret Meadows 

When the Ingersoll Machine Company 
called Harry Allen, of Toronto (for 
merly of England), to come here to work 
in 1916, he responded quickly. With him were his 
wife Annie and two year old Wilfred, E. A. Wilson 
and Maude soon became and remained good friends, 
as did the children of the two families. They all were 
faithful to their church work until they each, in God's 
time, were called home. 

Wilf was active as a "Little Helper"; in Sunday 
School, cubs and scouts. Later he became a Scout 
Leader and, still later, chairman of the Local Associa- 
tion of Boy Scouts. As a teen, Wilf was involved in 
A.Y.P.A., which led him to Old St. Paul's Church, 
Woodstock, where he met Marg Palmer, Wilfand 
Marg were married in 1938 and were fortunate 
enough to celebrate 60 years of marriage in 1998. 

Wilfand Marg became very active in the life of 
St, James' . Wilf served many years as a Board mem- 
ber. Chairman of the Property Committee, Warden, 
Boy Scout Apple Day Chair, Lay Delegate to Synod, 
founding member of the BAC in 1952 along with 
Graham Malpass, Jim Ranger and others. The BAC 
worked hard in the kitchen for the turkey suppers 
and the Pancake Suppers as well as the breakfasts. 
Later, as they retired, they began helping the women 
to cater and to make mincemeat. 

There were always meetings to attend, bazaars 
to prepare for, rummage sales to set up for, prizes to 
buy for Attendance Awards at Junior Church and 
Sunday School. More time was spent sewing choir 
garments, packing bales for the north and sending 
packages overseas during the war. There was the 
Evening Guild Fashion Show to arrange, repairs to 
be made to the church and work parties to conduct 
at Huron Church Camp, Sunday School to teach, and 
Junior Church to assist with. 

Who remembers the after school Lenten services 
for the children conducted by Marg for many years? 
Or the Sunday School picnics she helped arrange? 

Oh those train rides to Port Burwell were great! 
George Tarrant, Ted Long and Katie Phillips helped 
in that preparation. 

Wilfand Marg followed Harry and Annie's ex- 
ample of service. No one has served as Warden longer 
than Harry. His 1 years of service ended in Novem- 
ber 1944, due to illness. The arm chair presented to 
him is still in die family. Wilf Jr. enjoys it now. 

Much of the history of St. James' can be traced 
through the Allen's 90 years of service. 

Annie and Harry, Wilf and Marg Allen were al- 
ways ready, in good times and bad. to help someone. 
They always worked at church activities when asked 
to do so. One St. James' rector, Rev, Ralph Sadleir, 
became father-in-law to Wilf Allen Jr. That was a proud 
moment for Annie. Wilfand Mary. 

We are now into our fifth generation of the family 
involved in the church. Our youngest son, Paul, will 
be married this December in St. James'. 


...from Myra Shier 

• Sunday School picnics in Port 
Burwell. Families boarding the train 
with special lunches in tow and riding 
the rails to the Port for fun, laughter, 
games, swimming and food. 

• Our Young Peoples group in the early 
fifties and the fun times — ball and 
hockey competitions between all of 
the churches in Ingersoll; (We had a 
good baseball team). Our hayrides to 
Cuthberts 'farms; even dances in the 
Parish Hall; and, as well, Mr. Queen 
having a good time with us. 

Memories of St. James' 34 

9 i?>peafcer'£ draper 

0ob, Source of life anb trutlj anb lobelineste 

3 stanb before i^our people 

jflafee me re£pon£ibe to gour guibance 

Het me toear tlje rigljt clotfje^ anb fjat 

Het me Sipeab clearlp anb naturallp 

Cfjat listening toill be pleasant, anb tlje beaf map liear 

Het me keep to mp point anb ftnb a ligljteome cljuckle 

H>abe me from being puffeb up if it goe£ toell 

<Bv being miserable if it tuasi not goob at all 

3 am l^our tferbant, £ttll eager to £erbe 

&nb 3ttll reabp to learn. 

A prayer from the past, courtesy of Shirley Prouse.